The Red Chord : Clients

Deathcore / USA
(2005 - Metal Blade Records)
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1.Fixation On Plastics
A realization. I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds. It is a film that is holding me together. A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time. Collodion stripped across my belly. Holding back the insides. The synthetic rise is holding us and our time. I am waiting for that moment. It is a film that holds me together. We and our existance are become one with a new synthetic lifeform. It is a wonder we remember how to breathe without a computer telling us to do so. We have baited a trap, but they prey is ourselves. What will we do when it all comes crashing down? A synthetic rise of creations that can sure kill. And you start to think that Matrix shit is going down. Isn't it ironic that our own creations will outlast us? Synthetic rise, fake salvation, a time will come. It is no longer an opinion, a time will come. Remind yourself how to live again.


Hey! A realization of my fixation





2.Lay The Tarp
How would you live in a world without pills for everything? Teh world is knee deep in vices and everybody's got one. Huffing paint and snorting dust. Just to keep life out. Excuses are like assholes and yours stinks. Sifting through the bullshit to see what's going on. We are here to find the answers. Now it's time to open up. Now I've seen through the bullshit and know what's going on.

Lies. Lies. It's all lies. It's kinda like pulling teeth. Move it. Lay the tarp to keep it clean. All busted up. It's like some pornographic image. We are here to find the answers. Now it's time to get them out. Don't make me say it again.

Keep it clean.





3.Black Santa
Phillies sweets. Two for five. Killing time. Waiting for the final battle. Got the shakes and wasting life. Killing time. Waiting for the final battle. Nosebleeds and psycho babble, I know it all too well. The penis was from heaven and it went to hell. It is past the time to think. It is time to kill. And just know, I've been waiting for this forever. Got the shakes. Wasting life. Killing time. The final battle is now. This time it's everything you thought it'd be, folks. Because this time it's Antman vs. Black Santa. Like the clash of the titans meets the war of the worlds. You stand for the lowest class? Take me off your list. I'm not a democrat, I'm a conversationalist. If your aunt had balls, she'd be your uncle. And you just can't seem to get that off your brain. Give a straight answer? Not today and not tomorrow. But why don't you come sit down. Tell the boss what's on your mind. Shake it like a sickie.






4.Antman
Step up. It is time to learn the hard way. As so many lives here end. And I've fallen. Bugs crawling up my arms. Eyes so strong. Staring and torturing me for so long. So tell me about this life filled with guilt, fear, and emptiness. Ash for teeth and gums. Withered skin. Trash can belief and mouth. Eden is laid to rest. The search for truth begins while you're still sleeping in. The simple life. A simple plan. Eden is laid to rest. When that is what you stand for, this is what you get.

Is this everything you asked for?
This is all i have.
Is this everything you asked for?
This is all i am.

It is the same thing that gives us something to live for that give us something to die for. This is an ode to the Antman. We are gathered here one last time. This is what you stand for. This is what you get. With the precision of an axe as it cuts right through someone. This is what you die for because this is what you knew. You know. You'll never know. Surrounded yet isolated, goodbye my friend. Surrounded yet isolated. See you in hell






5.Clients
I think that you're missing the point. You're someone else's pain in the ass. Get off your high horse. You are not excluded. We are all Clients. Get off your high horse. We are all Clients. These are my people.






6.Upper Decker
Dress it up and scent it with disgust. Shit your pants and run for your life. As days turn to weeks and the finger starts to numb. Whose toast is this? Give it to me. Who fucking cares? Fuck it. It's mine now. A shift in power and class placement. And that noise? It's just inside your head. You run. Screaming bloodlust. What's that? It's just inside your head. It tastes great as the words leave your mouth. So try to scream with a cord around your throat. As days turn to weeks the finger starts to numb. Whose toast is this? Who fucking cares? He was a God. He was a hit man. He was a henceman. A cartoon character. Think of all the silly things that have passed you by. Onto the upper deck it comes. Right on the face. The time has come. Say sorry. It's time to run. it is like the ultimate money shot right on the face. It's funny how job security works in this business. From the top of the ladder to a world of shit. Respected and feared to a babbling mess. I heard you were a serious guy in your day. The guy people say when they needed things taken care of. And with your fall from the highest of places, it's the ultimate money shot right on the face. In retrospect, it could have been worse. On the upper deck and the taste of disgust

Think back. Now it's gone.
With the snap of a finger, suddenly it was gone. With the snip of your finger, wait to get the tip back in the mail.

Raper. Killer. Earth-shatterer.
Raping. Killing. He's walking. Upper deck.





7.Hospice Residence
This is a lesson in what we have and what we get.
And what we want.
I want it back again.
I won't let you destroy what we have.
And I know it kills you.
This is it.
All the Pain.
From the Inside I can't breathe.
But I must never fall.
Call forth the insides, I must never fall.
I won't let this end. I won't let this die.
I won't let it die.

It's getting dark.
I've questioned faith.
Feel the pain inside.
If there is a God, where is he now?
If there is a God, where was he then?
Feel your skin as it crawls.
I won't let this end like like I let you die.
And what we have and what we get.
What we get and what we need.
And even though you're so much older, it hurts the same every time.





8.Dragon Wagon
I remember days like you'd remember years.
How'd things get so hard?
Try to understand.
Old Uncle Mickey is at it again.
Punch drunk and dragging.
Try and get out while you still can.
Turn your back and start running.
The soldiers with the green vests and the gold caps pulling your strings.
They're pulling your strings and telling things to keep you from running away.
I remember when...
Try to understand.
How'd things get so hard?
Look out.
Clear the way.
He's lost his mind again.
Look out.
Clear the way.
He's off the train again.
They're pulling your strings and telling you things.
Run away.






9.Love On The Concrete
On the piss slab.
Spread eagle out back.
Nothing lasts forever, but I think this is ridiculous.
And so do I, as it is devoured port oral.
Nothing lasts forever but this is ridiculous.
Like making love on the piss slab.
I don't need them. Just waiting for my big day.
But you'll need me. I'll be there on that big day.
I don't need them. Just waiting for that big score.
I will make my way to the top.
I will bang my way to the boss.
Just wait for that big score. The boss is coming home with me someday.
Take it won't you take it. Anyway you can get it. Take it. Take cover.
Oh yeah. With old men. With lone men.
Oh yeah. With your man. With lone men.
Oh yeah. With drunk men. With dead men.
Make love. on concrete with dead beats.
Love on. The concrete. On side streets






10.Blue Line Cretin
My name.
This is my day.
This is my time to shine.
I can see the end. From six stops away.
Money buys you beds but can't buy sleep.
I'm almost sorry that I must do this to get my name in lights. But this my chance and I'm going to take it.
Don't forget my name.
This is the most important day of your life.
How does it feel to know that I'm a part of it.
This is the most important day of your life.
This is my day in the sun.

Don't you forget.
My name.
This is my day.
The time to shine.

I hate you all more than you will ever know.

How does it feel to know you will be destroyed?
The words roll off those pretty lips.
More at nine.
I'm the bastard blue line cretin.
I, the destroyer
I, the cripple.
The disabled.
I am your end.
Now we're at the end and it's over now.
Money buys you 'friends' but it won't buy fame.
Not like this, anyways.


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